TerryJ2
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Yaaayyy! Woo HOO!!!
She left on Monday.
I called a caregiver "friend" of P's who still works in the bldg, and she said that C took 10 boxes of stuff out on Monday. I saw 4 boxes in the bedroom when I was there, so she probably took some of the clothes I'd left behind, and the cookbooks I said she could have, and the cooking utensils. I hope I got all the important things but I'll never know now. It's done.
Of course, P wants to go up there and check it out, to make sure I removed the mirror over the fireplace (no) and that I took the figurines and old theater books from the bookcases (yes) and the wine glasses (yes). My garage is filled to bursting.
I just can't do it any more. I have told her and told her that it is over and done with and she just gets upset and tells me she didn't give me permission. She did-2 or 3X, after I explained about the $ situation--but of course she doesn't remember that.
Unfortunately, now she is in cahoots with-the previous care mgr from the company I am no longer using, and the fired aide calls her every day, sometimes twice a day (the new caregiver told her boss, the boss told my friend, A, who recommended Visiting Angels) and A told me. I guess they (Vis Ang) don't want to worry me, but this is worrisome. The old mgr takes P out to lunch, and then promises to take her to lunch again at a Victorian restaurant next wk. The fired caregiver calls constantly.
Enough!
I'm going to call the owner Monday and tell him to lay off.
I know they want the biz back but it is not P who makes the decisions. She has been declared imcompetent and it's only a matter of a few wks when I get the judge's signature. (Can't be soon enough ... just when I get it, I won't need it any more, but you never know.)
People are so manipulative, it really cheeses me off.
I am not going to visit P today. I need a day to myself.
She has no caregiver Sun, Mon or Tues and those will be the worst days this wk, I know. Never mind that she's in assisted living with-a bunch of ready made activities.
Thanks for letting me blow off steam.
She left on Monday.
I called a caregiver "friend" of P's who still works in the bldg, and she said that C took 10 boxes of stuff out on Monday. I saw 4 boxes in the bedroom when I was there, so she probably took some of the clothes I'd left behind, and the cookbooks I said she could have, and the cooking utensils. I hope I got all the important things but I'll never know now. It's done.
Of course, P wants to go up there and check it out, to make sure I removed the mirror over the fireplace (no) and that I took the figurines and old theater books from the bookcases (yes) and the wine glasses (yes). My garage is filled to bursting.
I just can't do it any more. I have told her and told her that it is over and done with and she just gets upset and tells me she didn't give me permission. She did-2 or 3X, after I explained about the $ situation--but of course she doesn't remember that.
Unfortunately, now she is in cahoots with-the previous care mgr from the company I am no longer using, and the fired aide calls her every day, sometimes twice a day (the new caregiver told her boss, the boss told my friend, A, who recommended Visiting Angels) and A told me. I guess they (Vis Ang) don't want to worry me, but this is worrisome. The old mgr takes P out to lunch, and then promises to take her to lunch again at a Victorian restaurant next wk. The fired caregiver calls constantly.
Enough!
I'm going to call the owner Monday and tell him to lay off.
I know they want the biz back but it is not P who makes the decisions. She has been declared imcompetent and it's only a matter of a few wks when I get the judge's signature. (Can't be soon enough ... just when I get it, I won't need it any more, but you never know.)
People are so manipulative, it really cheeses me off.
I am not going to visit P today. I need a day to myself.
She has no caregiver Sun, Mon or Tues and those will be the worst days this wk, I know. Never mind that she's in assisted living with-a bunch of ready made activities.
Thanks for letting me blow off steam.